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 I pass, like night, from land to land;
 * I have strange power of speech;

The moment that his face I see I know the man that must hear me;
 * To him my tale I teach.

What loud uproar bursts from that door!
 * The Wedding-guests are there;

But in the Garden-bower the Bride
 * And Bride-maids singing are:

And hark the little Vesper-bell
 * Which biddeth me to prayer.

O Wedding-guest! this soul hath been
 * Alone on a wide wide sea:

So lonely 'twas, that God himself
 * Scarce seemed there to be.